Forty

Natalia's POV

I watched as the air hung heavy with the scent of mourning in the dimly lit corridors of the wolf palace. The alpha of the pack, a majestic gray wolf who had led with strength and wisdom, had succumbed to the ravages of time. As word spread through the palace, a somber atmosphere enveloped every corner.

But I didn't care for it. He wasn't my alpha and it seemed I was part of the very few who were sad about his death. Even Mary was sad, that night as we lay down, she showed a forlorn expression but I just thought she was too kind for her good.

We were all forced to join in the preparation for the funeral. Our rest time was reduced, we had to help prepare for the funeral at the same time do our chores, and end it at the same time. It made me present the alpha even more.

we were entrusted with the intricate tasks of the palace, I found myself drawn into the preparations for the alpha's burial. The magnitude of the event demanded precision, and I, along with my fellow slav